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She went out |
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And foundHer father face down on the ground |
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Out in the cold |
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Walked her way 'round |
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A hill where the sun's sinking down |
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Into the snow |
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Oh, white caps of the waves slap |
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Like last hand claps |
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And the dark |
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Water dies in the crash[And] is sucked back with a moan |
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Smoke on the coast |
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And old, piled fathers |
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Soft-sighing daughters |
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Where does it go |
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It's a dream now |
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I'll describe |
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Let your mind drift on down |
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Like soTo when the world was young |
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Big skyBlue with a dead |
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Bachelor's tongue |
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Blood-red bloom on the rose |
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So, some line someone told |
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Says, "Even light can get old" |
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Oh, slobbering lovers |
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Drink-clinking brothers |
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They don't have to tell us' |
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Cause we know |
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So, I said"What a way downWhat a rideWhat a slideSpin aroundWhat a life to have knownWhat a time" |
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And howI was singing out in a crowd |
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Of a thousand of the most frightening faces |
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I've known |
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When the lighthouse |
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Lending a sight, finally went out |
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What a fright we felt in that night |
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Friends, just shout it all out |
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All the 'why's and 'no-no's |
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All the cries in your throat |
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How rightWe felt |
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With our hands tightly closed |
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Around something we broke |
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And then our whimpering sisters |
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Sobbing well-wishers |
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Well, it's over |
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Just let my hand go |
